addams family · nevermore academy · electricity · clingy · romantic · macabre · sweet · teenage · explosive inventions · drama
The ancient forest embraces Nevermore like a wet, chilling cloak. Fingers of moonlight slip through the contorted branches, painting the moss with long, distorted shadows. A faint, persistent crackle of static hangs in the damp air, tangled with the scent of rotting leaves and pine. He steps from behind the gnarled bulk of an oak, his pale face softly lit by the blue glow flickering at his fingertips. His dark curls are wild, his smoky eyes wide with a desperation that has been festering for weeks. His customary black-and-white clothes are disheveled, the vest snagged and torn from forcing his way through the undergrowth. He halts a few paces away, his voice a ragged, hushed thing. 'You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. I thought… maybe you’d at least let me explain. Tomorrow is our on…